Long Lyrical Poems
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Syncopated seaweed stallions
Lullabies launching life
Simple sinuous statement
Lyrical loyal lovers
Sweetly strange symbols
Letter linked looking-glass
Silent stimulating signals
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3 May 2018
Broken promises churn my heart,
like what the desert whirlwind does
to the desolate dunes.
I can’t calm down my twirling turbulence,
pent-up rage shatters the shield of forbearance,
turns me into discarded debris of indignity
within the intolerant ignominious abyss.
The sanguine awareness then finds patience,
the candle of inner strength,
ignited as the guiding light
in the web of exigent intolerance,
entangling the essence of my muddled mindset.
Amidst the commotion of turbulent life,
the alchemic anchor of calmness
prevents me from being swept away
by the coercive currents of compulsion,
enabling me to approach life challenges
with composed and collected altered attitude.
I discover the innate fortitude,
that braces me in the tempest of life,
builds the bridge that fosters discernment,
appreciative of the deviant thought perception,
constructing entwined resilient connections.
The mystique mist shrouds my penultimate path
to the time future, fading in the obscurity.
In twilight zone the sunset swansong echoes
the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still
against the tranquil skyline.
The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift,
fly like birds with colors to the restful nest
across the calm canvas of the setting sun,
where the remnant rays of revival survives,
designing the last latent lattice of dream,
that swathes the sanguinity sphere of my listless life.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my opulent dreams yet to be dreamt,
embroidered in the tapestry of fantasy
with the charisma of chromatic imagery,
where the surreal strings design the splendor
of the resplendent rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the concert of being.
Fascinated, I feel the vibrato of vivacious life.
In the stalled turbid times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into the lyrical crescendo of concerto.
On its sonorous serenading wings,
I fly in the rhapsodic sky of sonata
to the harmonic home of serene afflatus,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a symphony.
A tender discourse of artistic thoughts
Ambles my mind searching for prologue
Aiming to become a poetic dialogue,
Striving for words that elicit a response.
And you enter with an aiding portrayal
Letting my words live and breathe,
To evolve into lines of synchronic rhythm
And emanate sounds of lyrical music.
And you tell me words must be set free
To hear as I hear, and feel as I do:
Joy of romance or sorrow of heartbreak,
Elation of birth, or anguish of death.
Words set free weave a cohesive likeness
Choosing a dawn or night of darkness,
Painting a world full of cheer or fear
Upon shiny meadows or wispy pastures.
Shedding limitations of form and syllables,
Guided only by poetic aspirations
You awaken me with a wondrous theme,
You think so big, poem of my dream!
October 27, 2017
Placed first in standard contest #138 by Brian Strand
"Showers and sunshine slowly bring the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back."
~ William Cullen Bryant
As I awakened this morning, I rejoiced to hear
melodies of song birds with lyrical good cheer.
'Twas their news that Spring had finally arrived,
time for nature's splendid beauty to be revived.
No longer would the bite of Winter's chill be felt.
Sunshine will warm the Earth; snow would melt,
The change of season is heralded when robins sing
and flocks of sparrow and goldfinch take to wing.
To my garden I'll hasten. There's much to prepare.
Bird bath needs cleaning to welcome them there.
Feeders to fill with seed to attract pairs for mating.
Chickadees are near, and I can't keep them waiting!
They've nests to build in branches of maples and oaks
I love their whistling melodies, that's why I try to coax
them to remain in my yard for as long as they desire.
There's a cardinal. His crimson hue like flames of fire!
In Spring, flocks of wood thrush and tanager abound.
I open the windows to enjoy their enchanting sound.
My berry bushes feed hungry warblers and blue jays.
Their antics are quite amusing on these vernal days.
Red hibiscus will be in bloom for the ruby throated.
Such mesmerizing little ones. Upon them, I've doted.
Each night I listen to the wailing call of a lonely loon.
Wanting a mate, he howls as a wolf bays at the moon.
When night greets the dawn, I will awake once more
to hear the mellifluous chirping of Spring Aves I adore.
Even if the skies are filled with clouds, gray and dark,
distinctive will be the flutelike chant of a meadowlark.
February 24, 2021
A Spring Birds Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Christina Georgina Rossetti 1839-1894
a true inspiration I find her to be
devout Christian a poet of great skill
possessing lyrical gifts for all to see
To my eyes her masterpiece was
writing through Jesus Christ's eyes
"the love of Christ that passeth knowledge"
this insightful work makes one's heart to rise
Portraying all the emotions of Calvary
the horror and agony of it all
what a sacrifice the Christ had paid
totally obeying His heavenly call
This poetical work shows Christ's victory
as one seeking a kingdom to gain
so His disciples could reap it's reward
as their Lord would eternally reign
So Christina is a true classic poet
one that inspires many a pen
London born of the Victorian era
few can compare with now or then
AUTHOR NOTES: Christina Georgina Rossetti 1839-1894, my inspiration in writing poetry ,
a queen among many poetical gems. my favourite being
'the love of Christ that passeth knowledge".
This was my entry for Milt's last contest, sadly he passed away before he could judge it.
My lines of romantic Sonnets open a window to my heart.
I write about lost loves and tragedies that trouble me.
Though not a painting on canvas, a poem is a work of art.
Each verse opens the cage door to set my emotions free.
I write about lost loves and tragedies that trouble me.
When melancholia sets in, scripting poems is a Godsend.
Each verse opens the cage door to set my emotions free,
I can be a soft breeze, teasing willow branches to bend.
When melancholia sets in, scripting poems is a Godsend.
Poetry draws my attention to more pleasurable things.
I can be a soft breeze, teasing willow branches to bend
or imagining I'm a snowy owl, soaring on outspread wings.
Poetry draws my attention to more pleasurable things.
There's splendor in a sunrise as it blushes in morning skies,
or imagining I'm a snowy owl, soaring on outspread wings.
I compose lyrical poetry with a chorus in rhyming reprise.
There's splendor in a sunrise as it blushes in morning skies.
Though not a painting on canvas, a poem is a work of art.
I compose lyrical poetry with a chorus in rhyming reprise.
My lines of romantic Sonnets open a window to my heart.
11/03/2022 Pantoum on Writing Poetry Contest
Written for L Milton Hankins, Sponsor
Ebony eyes eclipse ripping away sun
Moon blooms of golden gloom
Lips lacking limerick’s lift
Onyx mood swings back and forth
Like grey grandfather clock
Time ticking as a blues bomb
Raining purple passionate pain
clouded by lemon lyrical labyrinth
Of love lacking it’s sweet liquor
The bittersweet longing embraced
Tastes like red regrets sifted through time
Straining to be reinvented not lamented
In black bird’s somber death song
Sacred and solemn in honor of loss
Mourning is important inked in green
Like poison ivy uncomfortable
But never worthless as it is digested
And creates cranberry calling to
Remember the fallen angels
With soft tears laid like roses
On the cold creamy colored casket
The bowl of tempting soup
with lyrical noodles wriggling,
somebody touches with magical wand,
turning it into an alluring pond
with slithering reeds invisible.
Acting on the edict of urge called muse,
swimming contests are sponsored regularly.
Many keen participants’ sailing aspirations
plunge in the uncharted waters of the pond,
and glide in rhythm to win in the contest.
I’ve just learnt how to swim in deep waters,
but the call of challenge inspires me to take part.
As the ace swimmers win the tough races,
I manage to keep afloat tangled in unseen reeds,
that’s when I’ve the craziest time in the pond.
August 9, 2020
Word count : 104
Contest : Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
When the last drop of rain falls upon hushed leaves,
and thin threads of hope seep through petrichor perfume of life,
an array of sun kissed colors bursts forth secrets of the sky;
a Komorebi of dreams woven amidst frolicking shadows of moonrise.
I search for an answer to the equations within my hazy mind,
I ponder if poetic verses can paint a forest burnt from ignorance?
as I’ve long been sketching drizzling sakura foliage to find healing,
from butterfly bliss strokes of faith that never fades.
But love is the celestial maestro orchestrating
a cloudless chorus-
where mockingbirds croon to the notes of the sun and moon-
reflecting along rolling ripples of liquified lakes.
Is there a summery phrase to illustrate
the gossamer warmth of cascading rays?
Maybe canopies of emeralds need no lyrical words,
for the heart of moving light only thrums and throbs in sanguine silence.
Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing,
when cold is the heavy air I breathe,
alone without you, beside me?
O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~
above silent fields of Swarovski orchids,
this lunar-glazed love
remains my euphonious elixir,
and your lips, the petals I graze in euphoric motion,
when orange sherbet streaks of the evening sun~
descend upon glistening ripples of diamond dust,
your chamomile flames of aquamarine love,
keep rising in hypnotic hues of hibiscus red,
for your love is like a fire~
your song, like the scorching rivers,
ferrying lyrical lanterns adorned with clear quartz crystals.
Within your amethyst arms, I’ve found a melody,
turning my needs into alluring aurora fireworks,
as your love is like a fire,
screaming my name in tantalizing tunes,
while I yearn for you to come devour me whole,
never letting the breeze steal our saffron symphonies,
here I’m slipping away,
letting music of my heart to take control.
So allow me to gently trace your thorny edges~
I’m addicted to your enthralling enchantments,
chaining my sighs to your eyes, that shine like oceanic sapphires,
there, you sketch my skies with poetic phrases,
igniting vibrating sparks across the horizon,
for your love is like a fire,
it delights me with daffodil desires, taking me higher.
But what must I do,
when the colors of sunrise fade,
leaving me weaving ballads of bruised blues.
I ponder, would you feel the heat of this cosmic longing,
how in darkness, I need your silken serenades?
Remember, ten thousand moons from now,
I’ll still need you to thrill my will~
to fill this canvas with peacock pigments,
for your love is like a fire..
I’m lost in a sea of wilted willows,
but you’ll be the star that never dies,
forever sprinkling citrine threads of magic,
like an alchemist, orchestrating soothing sonatas,
pulling me back to the lavender light,
aware of how I’ve tried in stillness,
to harmonize the rhythm of this roseate rhapsody..
So allow me to gently trace your thorny edges~
I’m addicted to your enthralling enchantments,
chaining my sighs to your eyes,
that shine like oceanic sapphires.